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  “All or nothing?” she questioned in reply.

  “You know better than that, Kelly.” Rowdy sliced his hand through the air with frustrated fury. “Don’t play games.”

  “So I have to say the words instead?” she asked, challenging him, facing him with the same determination that glittered in his eyes.

  “Words work.” He crossed his arms over his chest as Dawg and Natches slouched in their chairs and watched him, each wearing dark, disapproving frowns.

  “Oh, I just bet they would.” She flipped her hair from her face before propping her hands on her hips. “Should I just ask you all to screw me, Rowdy? Why don’t I just bare it now and let you take turns with me. Hell yeah, make it damned easy on you, wouldn’t it? That way, you don’t have to feel like shit later because you let another man take what was yours?”

  “Do you think for one fucking minute that they don’t know exactly who you belong to?” he questioned her with dark intent. “If I didn’t care, baby, you wouldn’t have been a virgin the other night.”

  “Says who?” she argued in amazement. “Do you really believe that all it takes is a touch from a Nauti Boy to turn any woman’s crank?” She waved her hand mockingly. “Your ego is becoming more swollen than your dick, Rowdy.”

  Wrong word. All three men seemed to tighten, straighten at the explicit word that left her lips.

  “Yeah, just look at the three of you.” She rolled her eyes in mocking amusement. “Like little boys waiting for a treat. Well, fuck that. Find someplace else to treat, because I’ll be damned if I’m still in the mood.”

  She stomped across the room, determined to reach the curving staircase that led to the upper bedroom and peace. She passed Rowdy with a disdainful little hiss, so irked and frustrated with his male, redneck attitude that she could have kicked him.

  “Oh, no, you don’t.”

  She hadn’t expected him to reach for her. But even if she had, she wouldn’t have expected him to lift her so quickly into his arms before his lips slammed down on hers.

  It wasn’t a romantic kiss. It wasn’t soft and delving, or deep and passionate. It was hungry demand, carnal intent. It stole resistance and replaced it with pure fiery need, and nothing less.

  Before she could protest, before she even processed the information, she found her rear braced on the counter, her thighs spread, and Rowdy devouring her.

  She was lost in him, helpless in his arms as usual and loving it. Her fingers speared into his hair as his lips moved over hers, his tongue a restless marauder that conquered hers with inordinate ease.

  And his hands weren’t still either. Within seconds, the bikini top she wore was tossed aside, the hard tips of her breasts pressing into the fine layer of hair that covered his broad chest.

  She shifted against him, her fingernails digging into his scalp as the tender, spike-hard tips burned in pleasure.

  Kelly moaned at the loss as his lips pulled from hers, moving to her neck as her head fell back, the whiplash of sensations jerking her against him as his broad palms framed the tender mounds when he pulled back.

  “So pretty.” His lips were swollen, his eyes heavy-lidded and intense as they focused on the swollen curves. “You have the prettiest nipples, Kelly. As pretty pink as cotton candy. And they taste just as sweet.”

  Her gaze fell to her breasts. The light pink nipples were straining toward him, diamond-hard and desperate for his touch. No other man had touched her there. No one but Rowdy. She ached for him, needed him, belonged to him.

  “I won’t stop here,” he whispered, his gaze lifting to hers. “Once I sate myself on these pretty nipples, I’m going to go lower, Kelly. I’m going to strip those damned bottoms off and spread your pretty legs. Then I’m going to lap at every sweet drop of syrup running between your thighs. Are you ready for that? And I won’t care who’s watching.”

  “God, Rowdy, I’ve dreamed of it.” She had tossed in her lonely bed as the hunger for it kept her awake night after night.

  A primal growl left his throat as his head lowered, his tongue swiping over one tender nipple before he enveloped it in his hot mouth.

  His lips closed over the peak, sucking it into his mouth as his tongue curled around it. Kelly jerked violently, the pleasure so strong, so fiery that she could do nothing but cry out in response. Rowdy’s hard hands held her in place as his lips devoured her, sending her senses reeling, her pulse rocketing as sensuality wrapped around her.

  She heard a male groan, but whose it was she wasn’t certain.

  “They’ll just watch,” he whispered as his head lifted. “Watch me eat every perfect inch of your body this time. That’s all. No pressure, Kelly.”

  She arched toward him. She didn’t want to hear about it, she didn’t want to analyze it. She wanted to feel. She wanted each sensation to rip through her, wanted the pleasure to never end.

  And he took the offering. His lips closed on the opposite peak, drawing it into his mouth and setting it aflame as he surrounded the other with his thumb and forefinger. Then, his fingers tightened.

  “Rowdy!” The surprised exclamation echoed around her as the fiery lance of sensation tore through her. Not quite pain. Almost, but a fiery kind of hurt that made the pleasure hotter, sweeter.

  “God, Kelly…” The rough moan was whispered between her breasts as his head moved. He was fighting for breath, his fingers working her nipple, causing her to shudder with each tug at the eager tip. She could feel the hunger blazing out of control now, the need ripping through her, hard, bright, and hotter than a living flame. And she needed more. So much more.

  Kelly could feel Dawg and Natches watching as she burned in Rowdy’s arms. His lips and hands were never still, caressing over her, filling her senses with the dark taste of passion and the stinging need growing within her.

  She was desperate for him. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she pressed her mound tighter against the rock-hard length of his cock. Her swollen clit was screaming for relief even as her tormented nipples begged for more.

  “Come here, baby.” Rowdy’s voice was a rough growl as he lifted her from the counter, his hands curving beneath her bottom to hold her in place against the straining length of his erection. “I’m not taking you on this counter.”

  She didn’t care where he took her, as long as he did.

  “I need you.” A whimpering cry whispered from her lips as her arms circled his shoulders, her lips moving to the corded strength of his neck. “Don’t make me wait again, Rowdy. I can’t wait any longer.”

  “No more waiting, baby.” She felt him moving up the curving steps that led to the upper deck and the large bedroom. She had no idea if Dawg and Natches were following. She didn’t care if they were, or if they weren’t. Nothing mattered except Rowdy’s touch. Except touching Rowdy.

  As he lowered her to the wide bed that dominated the center of the room, Kelly twisted, pressing against his broad shoulders until he lowered himself beside her, stretching out beneath her gaze.

  Finesse be damned. She wasn’t experienced, he knew it and she knew it. But she was desperate to touch him, to taste him. Without thought she scrambled to his side, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other smoothing down his hard chest as her head lowered to the flat male nipples that drew her attention.

  If his mouth on hers could make her weak, could she do the same to him?

  “Shit! Kelly. Baby…” Maybe she could.

  His hands buried in her hair, his body jerking against her as she nipped at the little discs before laving them with her tongue.

  Hard, growling moans came from his chest as her hand lowered to the band of his cutoffs, her fingers tearing at the snap before he brushed her fingers away to release the material himself.

  Kelly contented herself with tasting him. Both nipples, licking and nipping at them with rising pleasure before she began to move lower.

  “God, Kelly.” Rowdy tightened further as her tongue licked around his navel before heading to the length of
hard flesh still covered by his cutoffs.

  “I need to touch you, Rowdy,” she whispered. “Let me touch you.” She parted the fabric, then watched as he gripped the material of the waistband in his hands and shed it with easy grace.

  And there he was. Hard, thick, his cock rising along his abdomen, pulsing with life as a small bead of semen collected at the tip. Kelly licked her lips, remembering the taste of him.

  She bent, reaching out with her tongue to swipe over the bulging head as she tasted him. A bit salty, bold, wild, like Rowdy. And she wanted more.

  A rumbled groan came from his throat as her fingers trailed down the ridged length of his erection, curiously exploring each shift of the bulging veins until she reached the hair-roughened sac below.

  “Easy, baby.” One hand clenched in her hair as the other cupped her cheek now. “Come down slow and easy. Take me in that pretty mouth of yours.”

  The hand moved from her cheek as her lips parted. It gripped the base of the hard stalk, lifting it until the head pressed against the damp curves. Kelly whimpered at the heat and hardness before her lips opened, stretching to surround him, to take him into her mouth as her tongue flickered over the expanse of skin that she was able to reach.

  “God, yes!” His hips bucked against her mouth, driving his cock in deeper as she tried to lick at each new expanse of flesh.

  It stretched her lips, filled her mouth with the taste of sexual intent, a wicked, intoxicating male taste that inflamed her senses. She felt his fingers bunching in her hair as she began to slowly suck at the engorged crest.

  “Oh yes, baby,” he crooned. “Your mouth is like liquid silk.”

  The sound of his voice was rough, erotic.

  “That’s it, baby,” he encouraged her as she followed the lead of his hands in her hair, her lips moving up, then down, filling her mouth with as much of his erection as possible as she suckled at the rising flesh, her tongue flickering over it.

  He took one hand and caught hers, wrapping her fingers around him, high enough to keep it from going too deep into her mouth before he returned his fingers to her hair. He sifted through the strands before tangling within them and moving more firmly against her, his cock thrusting with slow, easy strokes inside her mouth.

  “Damn. You’re stealing my sanity, baby,” he growled as she felt the bloated crest throb in her mouth. “There you go. Suck it nice and hard. Oh hell…” Her lips tightened on him as she lifted her eyes to see the carnal expression on his dark face.

  She had never realized how hungry she was for him, until now. Until his cock filled her mouth, the wild taste of aroused male consuming her, driving her past shame to a realm where nothing mattered but touch, taste, desire.

  As her mouth moved on him, her hand began to stroke the strong shaft, moving up and down, pumping the hard column as he fucked her mouth with increasingly strong strokes.

  At the same time, she felt a touch behind her. Male hands sliding her bikini bottoms from her, smoothing over the rounded curves of her ass. Was it Dawg or Natches? She didn’t know, she didn’t care.

  She watched Rowdy’s gaze flare, though, as he stared over her head for a long second. When his eyes returned to hers, they were wild with lust.

  Then she felt it. A slow, reverent kiss on one buttock, then the next. A tongue, wicked and alluring, flickering along the top of the narrow crevice that separated the rounded cheeks.

  Her head jerked up as a keening moan left her lips, her eyes widening in shocked pleasure. An insidiously wicked caress nearly had her collapsing against Rowdy. Only his hands held her upright, his gaze holding her sanity as she felt the probing tongue gently rimming the ultrasensitive entrance to her anus.

  She should be screaming in fear, instead, she was panting with pleasure.

  “Oh God, Rowdy…” Her voice was weak, questioning. Should it feel so good? Should she be so desperate for more?

  “Shh, baby,” he whispered gently. “Let it feel good. Just for a minute. Just for another minute.”

  She cried out as she felt that knowing tongue press against the entrance again. Her head whipped from side to side as she fought to breathe, fought to make sense of the blinding pleasure. When it breached the small hole with a slight pinching sensation, only to pull back, then probe inside again, she shuddered at the intensity of the carnal caress, suddenly terrified. Not of the touch or the man, but of herself.

  “It’s okay, Kelly…easy, baby.” The touch was suddenly gone as Rowdy pulled her to him, his lips covering hers as he bore her to her back.

  He kissed her with ruthless demand, leaning over her and working his lips over hers with experienced lust. He ate her kiss, consumed her, and taught her to consume in return.

  Rowdy lifted his head from the kiss, his senses drunk with the taste of the woman beneath him, his body aching to possess her.

  The soft, dim glow spread over Kelly, clearly revealing bare silken flesh between her thighs, devoid of any sign of feminine hair. He had expected it, had known what awaited him, but the sight of it was a punch of lust to his gut anyway.

  He blinked down at the pink, flushed curves as they gleamed with a layer of soft, silky syrup, licking his lips in hunger.

  “Baby, you’re pushing a man already hanging on the edge,” he growled as he watched his fingers move, smoothing over the swollen flesh until they could delve into the rich, dewy slit below.

  “Oh God. Rowdy…” Her cry pierced through him as he parted her, his gaze drinking in the flushed flesh covered in slick honey as her hips arched to him, her thighs spreading further.

  He pressed the pad of his palm over her clit as his fingers found the tender entrance to her pussy and circled it slowly, his mouth watering to taste her. Lifting his fingers he turned his gaze to her again, narrowing his eyes as he moved his fingers to her pouty lips and painted them with her own juices.

  Shock widened her eyes as she gasped. His other hand moved to her head, lacing his fingers through her hair as he spread the sweetness over her lush lips.

  “Lick it off,” he growled. “Come on, baby, see how sweet and hot you’re going to taste when I get my tongue inside that hot little pussy.”

  “Rowdy…” He could hear the protest of her innocence, the dark hungers filling her, urged on by his own needs as she hesitated in the face of the unfamiliar intensity of their combined lust.

  “Lick your lips,” he ordered her again, his voice rough, the need to see her completely immersed in the needs building between them overwhelming.

  Her tongue peeked out as the flush deepened on her face. A grimace twisted his lips as she licked at her own sweetness, tasting what he craved so desperately for himself. Then, her tongue curled around his finger, drawing a hoarse moan from his chest as she sucked it into her mouth.

  The feel of her drawing the remaining taste from her fingers broke his control. He pulled from her, moving between her thighs, spreading them further as he lifted her to his descending mouth and buried his lips in the liquid heat flowing from her.

  She was more intoxicating than moonshine, sweeter, hotter than life itself, and all his.

  Kelly heard her own cries flowing through the night around her and could do nothing to still them, to smother them. Rowdy’s mouth was burning through inhibitions, through shyness, and igniting a fire inside her pussy that threatened to consume her. He held her legs wide, his mouth eating her decadently, his whispering murmurs of pleasure and hunger fueling the flames burning through her.

  His tongue was voracious. It licked, spread fire through the burning flesh and caressed her with a knowledge and experience that had her gasping. Small, flickering strokes against her clit caused her to arch to him, her hips jerking as sensation raked like talons of need through her nervous system. The pleasure, oh God, the pleasure was too much to bear. Each circular stroke around the hard, pulsing knot of her clit stole her breath. Her womb convulsed with the need for orgasm as the pleasure tore through it before spreading throughout her system.
/>   His fingers weren’t still either. One circled the sensitive opening to her vagina, spreading the juices that wept from her aching center before his tongue stroked lower, moving to lap at her, to draw the taste of her into his mouth as she screamed out from the precipice he kept her teetering on.

  She was so close. Too close to be held back in such a way. She could feel the sensation burning throughout her body, igniting a firestorm that raced through her bloodstream.

  Finally. She writhed beneath him, her head tossing as all the fantasies she had known in the past five years were finally coming to life. Rowdy was touching her, tasting her, loving her.

  “Fuck, I could get drunk on your taste.” His voice was a hoarse growl a second before his tongue plunged inside the gripping entrance to her cunt, fucking into her with licking strokes that had a strangled scream leaving her throat.

  The tension building inside her was frightening. Control was a thing of the past, as Rowdy was causing the gathering tightness in her belly to deepen, to convulse with each inward thrust of his wicked tongue. Her hands tightened in his hair as she shuddered and the wet heat flowing from her vagina increased.

  She was panting for air, sensation racing across her flesh, sensitizing her, leaving her gasping amid the inferno he was creating. His hands weren’t still anymore than his tongue was. They smoothed over her thighs, his thumb flicked at her clit, sending sharp sensations of agonizing need tearing through her a moment before it retreated. His hands curled along the cheeks of her ass, and as his tongue plunged inside her again, he parted the soft curves, tugging at the entrance to her ass and sending sharp flares of heat whipping through her system.

  “Rowdy…” She writhed, beneath him, her head tossing on the blankets as she felt perspiration gathering along her body, trickling down her breasts, her tummy, even as her juices flowed from her pussy. “I can’t…I can’t stand it….”

  It was different than the first time. The sensations were harder, fiercer, driving her further from herself as she fought to hold onto reality.

  “Make it stop!” She tried to scream, to demand an ease to the pressure building in her womb, her thighs, deep inside her cunt.